The sun is sinking.
I can see dark clouds forming,
distant birds are flying south for winter,
life forever changing...
But not my life.
I have lived my time and now it is to end…
here on the battlefield;
Where so many lives have been lost before…
I am but one more to the score.
My country called and I answered.
I did not wish to leave…
Not those that I loved and those that loved me.
But what choice did I have?
We were all in danger from what could be…
From what we were told "would be"…
If we were not to stand and be counted.
So many men stood and bled…
So many men…. So very dead.
